Ellie and I stare at the hall in absolute awe, "We did it." I nod in agreement, speechless.
Red and gold balloons are attached to every second beam, some with the number '21' printed on the front. Fairy lights cover all the other beams and hang across the ceiling in twinkling rows. The tables are covered in metallic gunmetal tablecloths, topped with a centrepiece of three candles accompanied by roses. The stage had a glittery backdrop and the DJ table set up - which the DJ came to do about an hour ago.
If you're thinking 'Whoa, how did they do this all by themselves?' then you're not asking the right question. You should be asking if we did this all by ourselves and the answer is no, we didn't. My family came up a couple hours ago to help, there's no way we would have been able to set everything up ourselves in time to get ready for tonight!
My thoughts get interrupted by a deep voice, "Dude, this looks sick!"
Speaking of family.
Before I can turn around and greet my closest cousin, I'm suddenly upside down with my curled hair touching the floor. Damn it, I just washed it yesterday too!
"Sam! Put me down right now, douche-bag!" My hands immediately go to his ribs as I start jabbing them. His body vibrates as he laughs and my traitor of a best friend joins him.
"Hmm, I don't know... What do I get out of it?"
I scoff, "How about I don't give you a broken nose?"
"You wouldn't be able to reach, Shorty." He has always made fun of my height - my whole family does because I'm only five foot. Ellie agrees with him and when I go to glare at her, she's already heading outside.
Huffing, I jab Sam extra hard and feel pride fill my head when he grunts in pain, "I'll tell your mum on you for picking on the birthday girl."
He puts me down instantly and holds his hands up in surrender, "Okay, you win." His hand begins to rub his ribs as he looks around, "Honestly though, this looks awesome. Can't believe you're already twenty-one," He coos, ruffling my hair with his free hand.
I roll my eyes and try fixing my hair as much as I can without a mirror, "You're only a year older than me."
"Oh but I am so wise," He puts on a posh accent and holds his head up high. His black hair is messy and getting long - for a guy - so it falls away from his face when he moves.
"Sure you are. Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you were coming later on?"
"Mum wants me to help with the food but it doesn't look like she's here?"
"Nah, everyone went to either pick up the food or go make the rest of it at Jonah's house since he lives not far from here. Ellie and I are going back to my place to get ready for tonight. Call someone and ask where they are." I start collecting my friends, making sure I have the key for the hall.
Sam furrows his weirdly groomed eyebrows before nodding and taking out his phone. "Alright. So, who's coming tonight?"
The party doesn't start for another four hours and I already need a drink.
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AN: This is unedited but I still wanted to post it 😊 I've been having a lot of trouble with sleeping lately so I'll probably update again soon enough x
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